FEAR

FEAR is watching his illness creep in through the cracks and under the door. 

FEAR knows that there is nothing that I can do about the impending doom that is coming my way. 

FEAR is being afraid to be caught writing or feeling or being frightened myself. 

FEAR is how I live my life and there is nothing that I can do about it anymore. 

FEAR mean I hide and pray for a quiet moment, time alone. Time to finish for the move to another emotional dungeon. 

FEAR just walked back into the house and so I must hide my words until he falls asleep. 

FEAR is no way to live. 

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